RAWBOTZ

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Voices of consent of conflict of unison dropping out of open mouths like saliva from a man who just got tasered unable to control his motor functions or the emotional upheaval caused by the law of natural order of unison in disharmony.

In the depth of all decent from the norm lays the need to establish ones point of view, a perspective that looks from the bottom up a hierarchy that seems like an unattainable steep slope with god like figures on top defending their status.

There is no manual no description of skill levels or grades of success that guaranty access to the stage of prosperity but there is an exit sign for the ones who don’t belong to be leaders of the pack.Nobody knows how to skin a small animal but we are very adept in pushing buttons, to turn on machines who do the work for us.Even thinking has been outsourced to calculators and other devices with huge memory banks accessed for their benefit by marketeering entities. Weaving bionic yarns is not going to be enough if amoral behaviors are circulated like weapons of mass distraction shifting the focus away from the need to address each issue head on like in a collision of like-mindedness.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Talking street talking real talking beat rhyming with build in timing Biting my tongue eating my song finding my say loving the dayNobody is what they could be nobody does what they about to prayTiming my way timing my pray living out loud what I have to say

Busting a rhyme it’s about time busting a prayer like I am the slayerRepeating the slam dance like a bum making it all come togetherQuoting the man that makes it all pop letting it rockJamming it together bright sky over me let it be me

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Welcome to a view from Before the adrenaline rush hits below the beltA view of the world form outside The system of ignorance while we areSlipping slowly into a predestined future The poisoned well of commercialized identityBeached on synthetic couches like hunted whalesThere is nothing average about humansSo why are we behaving like zoo animalsQuestions arise about the meaninglessness of it allWhile we fight for every breath we takeSolitude is not an option butAlternatives are the way the path and the goalDon’t eat my shit and feed yours to anyone elseI am not a hero not a victim not the preacherI am the unfolding possibilityThat has to choose between the right and the wrong optionsThat throw themselves infront of me naked with temptationTo infuse me with prose and confuse sex appealBecause my lust for life betrays me with promiscuityAround every other corner of Promised Land